Naruto: Brother
By: Jenrya Lee
Note: Hi! This is my first Naruto fanfic, but not my first ever fanfic.
Story: Sasuke Uchiha reflects on the death of the Uchiha clan four years ago...And it isn't easy.
Story Note: No yaoi, yuri, or anything like that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto! Masashi Kishimoto has those happy, happy rights!!
A young boy, with dark, blue-black hair and sharp, grey eyes, sat behind a desk, taking notes. His hand was swift with his pen, as were his eyes, which ran back and forth to take in all the notes on the board as possible. These notes where to be extremely helpful in the next test, even though he never really needed to study in order to good. Just as he had finished copying the notes, the bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. The boy gathered his belongings, and headed out the door. The second his fingers grasped the door knob, his teachers hand grasped the boys shoulders. The boy turned around, his grey eyes staring right into the teachers. he was eager to get home, and he was already late.
"I'd like to talk to you about your most recent test." The teacher said. The boy sighed, but reluctantly followed his teacher to the back of the room.
"Yes, sensei?" The boy asked.
"You scored the highest in the class once again. As of right now, no one has ever been able to beat your marks. Especially in shuriken practice. I think you're getting closer to your brothers level. You might even beat him one day!" The teacher smiled warmly, clearly not seeing the negativity in his words, and clearly not noticing the sour look on the boys face.
"May I leave? I am already late...." The boy said, looking at his watch. The teacher nodded, and let the boy go.
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The boy was walking to the very end of the village, where his clan resided. He stopped, dead in his tracks, around a hundred feet from the beginning of the homes that belonged to his clan. He saw several people from his clan, lying in the street, silent, unmoving. Blood from their wounds colored the ground into an ugly brick red. The boy, although scared, urged himself to continue. Once the preliminary shock of all the scenes of blood and gore that surrounded him faded, a frightened thought ran through his head.
'Mom...Dad!'
The boy was running was fast as his legs could carry him now, hoping to get home in time.
Hoping he wasn't too late. He prayed that his parents would be there, welcoming him home.
He ran with all his might, but once he stood right outside his door, he froze.
He was scared at what he would find if he opened that door. Scared that he would walk right into his death. What if the killer was in his house right now? But he pushed those thoughts to the side, anxiousness taking over him. He fumbled with his keys, and they dropped to the floor. The boy's hands were shaking now, and it seemed like a struggle just to pick his keys up off the floor. It seemed like ages before he actually got the door open. But he managed it. He turned the doorknob, and pushed open the door....
Four Years Later
A boy awoke from a terrible dream. His shirt stuck to his body in sweat. His cold grey eyes were colder now, and lacked the life they had when he was younger. Those cold grey eyes scanned the room for the glass of water he usually had near him before he went to sleep. He found it and greedily drank the once-cold-but-now-warm water. Wiping his mouth on his pajamas sleeve, he laid back down in bed. He realized that his heart was still beating intently fast, and the boy tried to regulate his breathing, which were now coming out in quick, short gasps. His grey eyes looked up at the moon. He frowned up at it He has awoken just before the worst part of the dream. The same dream haunted him everyday now for four years. They were relentless in their quest to ruin the boys life. But even though the dream was cut off tonight, he knew it all too well. He had, after all, experienced it first hand. He remembered, opening the door, to find an insane older boy over his parents. The older boys eyes where bright red and crazy, and he was smirking. Blood covered is hands and clothes. He was holding a blood stained knife. The older boy was standing above his own parents, and it took the younger boy a few seconds to realize what was going on. His parents were dead. And the one who murdered them, along the rest of the clan, was the twelve year old prodigy of the clan, Itachi Uchiha.
His brother.
The younger boy wanted to run away, when Itachi saw him. "Hello, Sasuke." He said, smirking, his teeth exposed. Sasuke's legs were stuck to the floor. His own blood in his veins seemed to freeze. He couldn't even move. He was just so scared. Itachi walked over to his brother, letting the knife leave his hands. It hit the floor with a thud. Itachi opened his eyes, which were still red and crazy. Why are his eyes red? Sasuke thought. Then, a terrible realization hit him hard. The Sharingan!! The clans highest ability, the Sharingan...allowing one to do amazing things with their eyes alone. Sasuke almost forgot that his brother had that ability. Sasuke tried to run once again, but to avail. His brothers eyes caught his. Itachi's Sharingan ability ran through every cell in Sasukes body before a numbness hit his head. His brother then forced an image into his brothers head. He was forcing the image of his dead parents into his younger brothers mind. Repeatedly. By the time Itachi's eyes released Sasukes, Sasuke felt as if he had seen the terrible image for three days straight. Silent tears flowed down his cheeks. Even when his brother stopped his evil spell, he still saw the image in his head.
"Never forget your pain. Live with pain and anger towards everybody. Grow up so that you'll be able to kill me. I order you." And with those words, Itachi left his fear-frozen brother by himself.
Sasuke stood there, in front of this terrible massacre, for two days straight. He just stood there, not sleeping or even blinking. He had suffered such a terrible shock that he would never fully recover from it. That's when someone stumbled into town, and realized what happened. It was reported to the Hokage, who sent men to search the area for survivors. The team who found Sasuke told him he was so out of it when the found him that when they carried him away all he did was cry pitifully. It took a whole week afterwards for him to even start speaking again.
But he still cried. And each time he cried, his brothers words burned into his ears. At first, he decided to not listen to them. If he killed his brother, he would be as bad as him.
It was at his parents funeral when he snapped. Sasuke cried uncontrollably. He got on his knees in front of his parents coffin and cried for ages. He hadn't fully realized until now that he would never see them again.
And that's when he realized that the one who killed them should suffer. At that point on, Sasuke understood his goal in life.
To kill his brother.
(Jenrya: I'm really thinking of making this a one-shot. I might continue it, because I've got a few ideas on how to continue it, but only if I get enough reviews and if people really want me to continue. I hope you liked it! Anyway, Read and Review!! Ja ne!)